Her mornings were dull at best. She was a late sleeper and her boyfriend took care of early morning appointments while she took care of late night ones. She woke to an empty bed every morning. She stretched her hand out to feel his spot in the bed. It was cool so he had left about an hour or so ago. She sat up, her hair messy after she had slept. She pulled herself out of bed literally and sat herself in her wheelchair. She rolled over to her closet, sliding an easy outfit on then heading into the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. She went to fixing her hair, pulling her bangs over and then pulling her hair into a loose pony tail to the side.
She pulled out of the bathroom then looked out the window. They lived above their recording company so that Rowan didn't have to travel far. She went into the kitchen, grabbed a granola bar then headed towards the elevator. It was time for her to start working. She went to floor number 3, where Jayme and her met to talk about the morning then switched duties. She clicked the button and when the door opened she rolled out and saw her worst fear. There Jayme was, but he wasn't alone.
A blonde woman had her hands all over him, trying to seduce him and he looked as if it didn't matter. She was on the brink of tears. Another woman, on her boyfriend. They had been dating for long and the slamming of doors was getting to be a lot but she never expected her beloved to stoop so low to actually cheat on her. She was ready to fall out of her wheelchair and just never move again because she felt worthless now. Jayme was the only one that could tell her that she was beautiful.
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